Sunday, December 17, 2006

We just got DSL so I can actually load photos much quicker than before, so, here are a couple (or 3 just depending how long I have to wait) of the wedding photos of my little brother.

Okay, you just get one, I can't figure out how to get more than one photo on the blog, and it's late and I'm going to bed. (which means I'm so tired I couldn't figure it out even if I sat here all night!)

Things have been crazy lately, but I'm determined to take the time to post on this blog more than once every three months.

I'm in the process of adding a new job to my resume, no, I'm not going to stop teaching anytime soon, but I am branching out into photography. I've always loved it and had the opportunity to do a few photo shoots in the last couple of months. That just strengthened my love for photography. Ansel Adams had the perfect job, oh to be able to travel the American wilderness and capture God's beauty.

Seriously, though, I took my little brother's engagement pictures and had so much fun with it, then I took my daughter's senior (gasp) pictures, and this past weekend I shot my brother's wedding! Of course, when the bride is gorgeous (like my new sister-in-law) and the groom is handsome, all I had to do was aim and shoot! I'll try to post a few of the pictures.

About Me

I have a permanent reminder of God's grace and mercy; my kitchen floor. We decided we wanted wood floors in our new home, I came while they were being installed and all I noticed were the stripes where they were working from one palette to another. I HATED it and let poor Chris know it.(what made it worse was that he was the one laying the floor and was so proud of his idea to mix the palettes of wood) It almost made me sick with disappointment and the only thoughts I had were where to get a big sander and how was I going to restain the floors so they looked "right". Anyway, early one Sunday morning I came out here (the house wasn't completely finished then) and I sat in the middle of the floors and cried. God gently (like a ton of bricks) placed a scripture in my head that will never forget. "He was wounded for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities, the chastisement of our sin was upon him, and by his stripes we are healed." Isaiah 53:5.
STRIPES, just like the ones on my floor were on the back of my Savior. Yes, my attitude improved and you may come see my beautiful floor any time.